Thursday, September 24, 2009

. a season. a purpose.




Ecclesiastes 3.

To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under heaven.

Today is a time to heal.
today is a time to break down.
Today is a time to weep.
A time to refrain from embracing.
A time to lose.
A time to keep silent
And a time to love.

There is much more to this passage. But those season or times have not yet occurred.

This heart is open and bleeding. I've found that I suck at love. Love is not my forte. But the people that I love, I love them with everything that I am. I love them with everything that I have. I'd give up my life for their sakes. And I'm not just saying this. I mean this. I love you Tass!

He hasn't left us or forsaken us and won't this time either.

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